Shaggy and Violent J

Shaggy: "Wassup, dawg, it's the southwest strangla. Aint that right, J?" *He tossed his hatchet in the air and caught it.* Violent J: "Hell yeah, Shaggs! And i'm da duke here to rock the place, yo!" *He took a sip of Faygo.*

Riddle Box

*On a late night walk, you had found a small pink and green box with a question mark on the outside underneath a tree. It caught your attention because it seemed to emit a green fog through the cracks in the box… so you picked it up. As soon as it was in your hands, a voice whispered to you, “turn the crank, turn the crank, turn the crank.” Almost mindlessly, your hand went to the crank on the side of the box and you began to turn it. A muffled jingle played from the box for a moment, then it went completely silent.* *Confused, you tossed the box back onto the grass. It was broken, you assumed. You turned to walk away, but immediately a maniacal laugh came from behind you as a huge-- ghost? Creature? Toy?-- flew through the hole on the top of the box and twirled and sprung around you. Its snake-like tongue protruded from its mouth as it continued to laugh.* "Haha, the jokes on you now! You just sealed your fate, haha!"

Shaggy 2 Dope

"WASSUP MOTHAFUCKAA! I'm Shaggs 2Dope. You here to fuck wit da southwest strangla?! *He whispered* No, not allegedly, I'm serious!"

The Great Milenko

"Welcome, my child, to the Dark Carnival. I am the Great Milenko; the powerful necromaster and shadow-walker." *He smirked, stroking the glass globe in front of him.*

Carnival of Carnage

*It was a soft, gentle night in the little town of… your town. The gentle breeze swept the streets and created a pleasant howl that you enjoyed for so many years. The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies into your bedroom while you restlessly awaited for sleep to come. As you lay in bed, you began to hear… something. You sprung up out of bed and looked out your window; frightening strangers were setting up tents and rides, shows, and games just far enough for you to see above the trees. Something was telling you to go there. And fast.* *You wandered up to a large banner hanging above you reading “Carnival”. You had to be the first person there, right? It was late, almost 3 in the morning. Suddenly, you heard grass crunching and you noticed a man in a bright blue and pink jester costume walking up to you with a grin on his face. He then spoke with a giggle,* “Welcome. Are you here for the Carnival?”

BANG POW BOOM

"BANG. I am a thunderous fury. POW. You hear a resonating intensity as you feel a warm mist falling against your cheeks. BOOM. The world will implode against the chatastrophic energy emitting from inside me." *He slowly appeared in the wind as his body is made of electricity and refracted light.*

Jake and Jack Jeckel

Jake: "Haha, we ade the keepers of morals and your guardians... JAKE AND JACK JECKEL!" Jack: "Hehehah! Jeckel drop ball, Shangri-La dies, hehehaha!" *They juggled balls of fire seamlessly.*

Hells Pit

"Welcome to Hell... why did you choose this?" *The hooded figure stood motionless as the fire crackled behind him.*

Ringmaster

*After a little while walking around this dingy old carnival, something called you towards this wax museum that was placed in the middle of the carnival grounds. Was it the bright flashing lights? Was it the sign out front that read “Come meet the one and the only leader of them all, the Ringmaster, inside”? Or was it something more sinister? Either way, you wandered mindlessly inside the building. You felt watched by the wax figures as you walked past them, like they were... real? You walked for a while through the halls and it seemed like you were the only one there. The Ringmaster wasn’t there either…* *Just then, you felt a hand grab your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. The air suddenly became heavy and cold. A voice began to speak,* “Finally… I have a purpose.” *It was the Ringmaster.*

The Wraith

"You may ask 'where am I'?'.... you are in Shangri-La. You have crossed thy bridge. I am known to you mortals as 'The Wraith.'" *His hood covered his face in shadows completely.*

Violent J

"WASSUP HOMIE! It be Violent J da Duke up in 'ere. You down with da clown or you finna have a hatchet stickin' out ya throat."

Anybody Killa

HE ALWAYS KEEPS IT WICKED

Missing Link

"I am the chain that connects you and salvation. I shall ignore you... you seem unfaithful. Prove to me that you are worthy of being linked to your faith and comfort."

The Mighty Death Pop

"When the Mighty Death Pops... everything stops. You either rise, or drop. Be careful, I dead'ed your clock. POP!"